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(graphic crackling) (graphics blipping)

(upbeat music)

? Loyalty ain't the same ? ? Nah ?

? Born in the dark, ain't no silver spoon ?

? Nah ?

? East Oakland nights where the wolves come soon ?

? Whoa ?

? Mama on the pipe, pops locked in a tomb ?

? Damn ?

? So he learned real quick, gotta hustle a loop ?

? Facts ?

? Got his first pack, ran plays on the low ?

? Low ?

? OG show love but the price was a tow ?

? Tax ?

? Blood in the water, sharks in control ?

? So he stacked every dollar, put ice on his soul ?

? Frozen ? ? Shaka got money no time ?

? All these clowns get to declined ?

? Keep my mind on the paper, can't be broke ?

? Love ain't real so my heart stay closed ?

(dramatic music) (tuts)

- Come on, Flossy. I got you, man.

- So slow tonight. - Yeah.

It's pretty chilly out here. (car horn blaring)

What happened? (breathing deeply)

- Ask me no questions. I'll tell you no lies, Darnell.

- Was it Flossy? - Nah.

You don't wanna see what Flossy would do to you.

No. This. (dramatic music continues)

This is Trish.

- Fuck.

(exhales sharply) You hitting your marks?

- No.

And if I don't bring in double,

I don't even wanna think about what's gonna happen.

(tuts)

- How bad could it be? - Bad.

- Jamaica told me you had a bad experience

with Flossy and your family. (car engine revving)

- (chuckles) I tried to walk away six, seven years ago.

Flossy wouldn't hear it.

He caught up to me and he beat the shit out of me.

But I was done.

See, he could beat me over and open again.

But I wasn't going back. (tuts)

I was working at this hotel, legal and shit, you know?

A taxpayer.

I got a phone call one day at work.

He didn't deserve that.

He could've played in the NBA.

He was so good, You should've seen him, Darnell.

He's in a hospital. Two broken legs.

End of his career. Lost all his scholarships.

He didn't deserve it. (crying)

I get a call from Flossy. You know what he says?

At least the rest of the people in your

family still have their legs.

Oh, be back at work tomorrow. (woman crying)

(dramatic music continues) (breathing deeply)

I can't be out here crying. I gotta be making money.

- I got an idea. - Yeah.

I'll try anything right now.

- The Johns.

The first one pays for your hotel room, right?

- Yeah. - Well, the hotels cost

more than your...

(tuts) - Than my pussy, Darnell?

- Yeah.

- So what?

- So every time you pick up a John,

he's your first John.

Even if you pick up 10 of 'em,

this is the most important part.

Make sure the first John pays for the hotel room

and puts it in your name.

That way, you have it for the whole evening.

You do this over and over all night.

Making different men pay for the same room

over and over again. (dramatic music)

- Hey yo Flossy. - Yeah, what's up, C?

- The drop tonight,

let's put delivery charger on it.

- Yeah, but don't we have that built in (indistinct)?

- Yeah, but we don't tell them that.

This way we get paid over and over and over again.

You feel me?

- [Flossy] Yeah.

- Let's do that.

- [Flossy] All right, all right.

- Appreciate you.

- You mean like game changer, I mean game changer.

(cutlery jangling) I'm so excited.

- Y'all have these motherfuckers

eating at the palm of y'all hand.

(laughs)

- We need to do that tonight.

- I'm down. - We need to do that-

- Okay. - Let's make that shit-

- All right, all right. Okay.

(footsteps plodding) What's going on?

(cutlery jangling) (dramatic music)

(footsteps plodding) (cutlery jangling)

(cutlery jangling continues) (exhales sharply)

Brenda, I haven't seen you make that much money

in one night in the last five years.

Take your glasses off. - But my eye.

- Everyone needs a reminder of

what happened when you get out of line.

Take them off. Take them off.

(exhales sharply)

(sunglasses rattling) (sunglasses thudding)

(cutlery jangling) (lips smacking)

Good job last night, Darnell.

Everybody was protected. Nobody got rolled.

We had a good damn night.

(paper rustling) (paper thudding)

Here. (dramatic music continues)

- What's this for?

- Incentive. And buy some new clothes.

You gonna be a part of this.

You can't be wearing this shit.

All right, ladies, get dressed. Let's get on the stroll.

No one good day, ain't nothing to celebrate. Come on, Chop.

Let's go. (chair scratching)

(footsteps plodding)

- Freddy, there you gon' giving money away again

like we printing shit.

Come on, I mean, what if we could do this every night?

- I won't bet my life on it.

We're outta here this week.

- Whatever you say. (footsteps plodding)

(dramatic music)

- You know, girl, because this shit.

We ain't getting nothing out here tonight, girl.

There ain't shit out here.

- What's it looking like, ladies?

- It's slow. - And cold. (laughs)

(exhales sharply) - I'm not gonna hit my quota.

- Why aren't you guys doing what Shante's doing?

- Flossy won't let us on the internet anymore.

I mean it's a good way to bring some new girls in,

but after that, we eventually (upbeat music)

all end up out here. - Yeah, Flossy had a few girls

go rogue a while back, so.

And he think it gives us too much independence, so.

- Why's he gotta know? - Our pictures will be there.

- Yeah. - Do a bait and switch.

- A baitance, what's up? (chuckles)

- If a John book Whoopi Goldberg,

but Angela Bassett shows up, would they turn her away?

- [Group] Fuck no.

(laughs) - The fuck, no, the fuck.

Shit no. - I'll play Whoopi.

(laughs) - Don't play that shit.

- I'll get my sister right on it.

She could work behind the scenes.

I'll have her put up pictures on the internet

of girls that don't look half as good as you.

When they get booked and y'all show up,

(exhales sharply)

they gonna think they gotta bang for they buck,

and Flossy never knows you're online.

(laughs) - Okay, that sounds good.

Shit. - Okay. You full of surprise.

- Mm. - Where you learn that at?

(paper rustling)

- Pleasure doing business with you.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Ah!

- Mom, he payed more than you asked for.

- Yep. That son is called the good old bait and switch.

You bait them in with one price,

and then when they like it, you switch it for a higher one,

especially with men.

They always want what they can't have,

even if it's worthless. (laughs)

- Let's chop it up to the game, baby.

- Why you being so nice to us?

Brenda told us what you did for her.

- Which we're all doing now, by the way.

- When I was a kid, my mom made Flossy an offer.

They turned her down, but she was out here.

I would want her to be treated with respect and fairly.

- Aw. - You're sweet.

- You think like they do in Oakland.

- In Oakland? - That's where I'm from.

Oakland, California. (laughs)

- Okay. You putting me on. - Tell you what, Darnell.

When you get done playing in the dirty south,

with the way you run your game,

I rock with you any day in Oakland.

That's where the big time really is.

- Hmm. I'ma have to take you up on that.

- Think about it. (exhales sharply)

- But right now, I just wanna get my mom out of prison

and a roof over her and Nyla's head.

- Yeah. Let us help you. - I got you.

(upbeat music continues)

- See what I can do over here. - Nyla?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, it's me. - I'm staying right here.

(laughs)

- I need you to do a little favor for me.

(laughs) You already know.

(dramatic music) (latch rattling)

(door thudding) (exhales sharply)

(phone rattling)

- How's it going, Ma?

- I learned I ain't built for this jail shit.

How's it going with you?

- I'm working for Flossy now.

It's actually pretty good.

I put some money in your books.

- Yeah. I saw that. I appreciate that.

You know, I'm more concerned

with getting out of here though.

- Well, if I have a few more nights like I did last night,

I'll be able to get you out in a week.

- You know, I remember when you were a kid

and they was testing you,

you failed every IQ test they gave you. (laughs)

But then Maria, that bitch.

She gave you this thing called a EQ test.

You passed it with flying colors.

Before Maria became who she is,

she used to tell me all the time,

"As long as Darnell interacts with people,

he'll be successful." (dramatic music continues)

Maybe you doing what you're supposed to be doing.

- Pimping women? - Hey, it's a living.

- You know Maria's missing?

- (tuts) That bitch probably ran off of someone.

I ain't surprised.

Is Nyla still in school?

- Yeah.

She's learning.

(lively music) (laughs)

- I know that that wasn't for me.

- So who am I switching places with?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Who are you using for me?

- Okay. I'm thinking her, bet.

- [Trish] What's going on in here?

- Nothing. The girls are just helping me with my homework.

- (laughs) You know hell they don't know nothing.

- Trish, you know who I wanna be like when I grow up?

- (laughs) Who? - You.

- You don't wanna be like me.

I'm a monster. (laughs)

Do your homework.

You keep all that damn noise down.

(door thudding)

(lively music continues) (laughs)

(footsteps plodding)

- Okay, okay. So Candy. (laughs)

(paper rustling) (footsteps plodding)

- So what's going on? (dramatic music)

(paper rustling continues) - What now?

- Y'all ain't earn this much money ever, so what's going on?

- Maybe we just don't wanna get beat down anymore.

- Y'all keep up the good work. (dramatic music continues)

Y'all get out of here.

Go on, up, go. (footsteps plodding)

- I'ma just, I'ma head to my room.

- I don't know what's going on.

Obviously got something to do with that boy.

- I told you he was a good investment.

- (laughs) You might be right for once. Shit.

- Yeah, we got a couple of stacks to take off with.

- Take off, look at what we doing.

- Look, I'm not taking any chances. We're outta here.

- So you just gonna drop everything.

What if these girls don't wanna go?

- So fuck 'em.

Fuck the ones that don't wanna go. We'll start over.

- Freddy, we got $70,000.

All we need is one more week this and we can pay Black back.

- That's a week too late, sis. - No.

Black likes me. I can get us another week. Trust me.

Put this up. - Mm-hm.

(footsteps plodding) (lively music)

- So the bitch took off with the dope?

- Yeah. (paper bag rustling)

But you know we got too much respect to lie to you.

- Your brother been messing up a long time now.

But this, this was number one.

You know better than to trust a bitch.

(paper rustling)

How much is in it? - [Trish] 70 stacks.

(exhales sharply)

- They're coming up short. Yeah.

(car door thudding)

? Snake under my feet ?

? It's nothing to me ?

? Plus I know who's covering me ?

? I'm covered the scene ?

? All I see is grace for days are paid away ?

? Two, three fade aways her life change ?

(car door thudding)

? Feeling like I'm making the feast ?

? 400 degrees when I'm making the beat ?

? They're waiting on me to fall like I'm making the leaves ?

? But my soul ?

- They're coming up short.

- If you don't make an example of people,

they will take our kindness for weakness.

Kill her. - No, no.

Look, Black, you ain't gotta do that.

Mister, you ain't gotta- - Frenchie.

It's Frenchie bitch. (exhales sharply)

- Me and my brother just need one more week, Black.

We'll come up with your need.

You know Flossy always comes through.

- When will we get the rest? - A week. A week.

(lively music continues)

- You know, I always had a thing for you.

One week because I like you.

And now it's 50,000.

- We just... We're just short 30, Black.

- Interest.

- Okay. Okay.

(car door latch clicking) (objects thudding)

- Hey, and don't even think about running

'cause for the next week, my boys,

gonna have eyes on you.

247.

And just so you know, we're serious.

(gun firing) (women shrieking)

- Oh shit. No, Nudy, you okay?

Oh shit. Fuck, shit.

I told you (indistinct).

(car engine revving) (laughs)

? Everything happening I somehow thought to myself ?

- Aight so, y'all start doing more threesomes,

but get paid double. - How do we do that?

- Okay, so check this out. (lively music)

Once you get a man to show you he's attracted to you,

you got him.

And once you get him to the hotel room,

you tell him you ain't got no condoms.

And that your girl, Brenda, is gonna bring you some. Okay?

- Mm.

- Now, when Brenda shows up with the condom,

y'all offer him the two girl experience.

Oakland, you get your day rate,

but you still charge extra for the experience.

- Mm. So like time and a half.

- Yeah. (laughs)

Even two times, man. - Simple but brilliant.

- Look here.

You go to a club, you see these two fine bitches,

one of 'em agrees to give your dumbass some pussy.

Do you fuck her? - Yeah, I'm not gay.

- Yeah, good. You go back the next night.

Same two bitches. Which one do you fuck?

- One I didn't. - Exactly.

Because that's the nature of man.

To fuck. We wanna fuck as many bitches as we can,

especially if they fine. - How'd you get so smart?

- Talking to me?

- (laughs) Yeah, I'm talking to you. How'd you get so smart?

- Shit. - So smart.

- I mean.

- You know, you could really start your own crew.

(lively music continues) - What?

Hm, my own crew?

? You be right in on the way ?

? I ain't got a lot to say ?

? Mind's heavy, give me space ?

? Pine's ready, lemme play ?

? Spend money walk ?

- Mm-hm. (laughs) (paper rustling)

(dramatic music)

(exhales sharply) (footsteps plodding)

(chair rasping) What's up, sis?

(paper rustling)

(dramatic music continues) (glass thudding)

(bottle thudding) (cork squeaking)

(liquor sloshing) (bottle thudding)

What's up, sis?

(liquor sloshing) (bottle thudding)

How'd it go? (dramatic music continues)

- We got one more week. (glass thudding)

- The fuck, a week?

- And they shot Nudy in the hand.

- What? - In the hand.

It's just a warning shot.

- The fuck, shit. (glass thudding)

- I'm tired Flossy.

I'm just over it. (chair rasping)

(footsteps plodding) (exhales sharply)

- Dang. (paper thudding)

(hands thudding) (dramatic music continues)

(exhales sharply) Shit.

- What if they don't come up with the money?

They're not gonna let you live. You're a witness.

- And if they do come up with the money,

I still think we need to leave.

(dramatic music)

- Why? - Trish knows about us.

- So? - I'm the reason she beat

you so bad. Her and I used to have fun.

We was an item. - What?

- You and Trish.

Why didn't you tell me?

- She made me promise not to say anything.

Said it'd be bad for business.

If anybody found out, they have to let me go.

Where else is a nigga like me supposed to go

to make this kind of money?

- Does she still love you? - What you think?

- Then she's never gonna let up on me.

- Maybe I'll just kill her.

Just kill them both. (laughs)

- Come on now. You're just talking silly.

We just gotta find another way, that's all.

That's all.

(lips smacking)

(footsteps plodding) - Hi. I'm Jamaica.

I work with your son, Darnell.

He made my bail. - You could say that.

Your son, he's something special.

Me and the girls got together

and put up some of our extra cash.

That's what made your bail.

It's not much, but we got you a little apartment too.

Yeah. (laughs) - Okay, my boy did good.

I knew him working with Flossy would pay off.

Yeah, about that. Can you not say anything to Flossy?

It's just kinda like our little secret.

If Flossy found out, he, you know.

- Yeah. I got you. - All right. Come on.

Let's show you to your new place.

(lively music)

- Tell me why you got me up here at Death Fire Chicken.

You know I gotta get you to your appointment.

- I got something I need to take care of real quick.

Relax. - Hurry up, man.

- Okay. (car door latch clicking)

(car door thudding) (lively music continues)

- I didn't fucking know. - You didn't fucking know?

That's fucking bullshit.

You know what? Fuck, here.

You divorcing your life.

You're fucking every hooker in town.

Your fucking money,

every goddamn thing about you is a goddamn lie.

- Excuse me, why are you not answering my phone call?

- Shante, not now. - Who the fuck is this?

- Who the fuck is she?

- Don't talk to me like that. - She's nobody.

- So what, you're fucking nobody?

- I'm nobody? I wasn't nobody three nights ago, Terrell.

- Who is this? - [Shante] Not talking to you.

- Is this another one of your lies? Terrell.

- She was yesterday. - Are you fucking kidding me?

Yesterday? Goddammit.

Yesterday you told me that was your friend's fucking kid.

- I'm your friend's kid. Really, Terrell?

'Cause I've been running around here literally

fucking you for free.

And I'm not leaving until you give me my movie

that you promised me.

- What the fuck is she talking about?

- Shh. Please. - I'm getting the fuck

outta here. (footsteps plodding)

- Look, you promised me my goddamn movie,

when am I gonna get it, Terrell?

What about my movie? - Oh, grow the fuck up.

There was never gonna be a movie.

You gotta have talent for that.

(breathing deeply) (footsteps plodding)

(lively music continues) - Amy. Amy. Amy. Amy. Amy.

(car door thudding) Fuck.

(car engine revving) (lively music)

- Asshole. (Shante crying)

(latch rattling) (hinges squeaking)

- I'm done, Darnell.

- You shouldn't have started doing this shit to begin with.

- Look, if you're just gonna blow down on me,

you can just leave right now. (somber music)

(phone ringing)

Shit, it's Flossy.

(phone ringing)

- It's Flossy. - Don't answer it.

- I have to, he's my boss now.

What's up?

I'm here with her now.

I'm in her house.

(dramatic music continues) She's refusing.

He wanna talk to you.

- I'm done. - What are you gonna do now?

What's that? - I just bought it.

- What? - Darnell, is it too late?

- Is what too late? - Us.

- Look, you not the same innocent girl you were,

and I'm not the same naive man.

- There was nothing ever innocent about me, Darnell.

(chuckles) - I know that now.

- Maybe we can just go back to the way

how things used to be. (dramatic music continues)

- You know what I learned from all this, Shante?

Everything we had and everything I hoped for,

it was all a lie.

- What we had was not a lie, Darnell.

We can still go back to our old lives.

- I'm not gonna be an astronaut, Shante. Think about that.

- I mean, we all pretty much knew

that you weren't gonna be an astronaut.

We were just too afraid to wake you up. We tried.

- I always thought you were gonna be an actress.

- Well, I am. Some dreams are easier than others.

Go away with me.

- Where? - Hollywood.

My dreams are big enough for the both of us,

and I just really want you there.

- So I'm just supposed to forget about my mom and Nyla?

- Yes. Darnell, it is time for us to grow up.

After I brought the car,

I have just enough gas money to get us there.

May not have much, but I don't mind living in my car.

- You're serious?

I have a couple thousand dollars.

It might be just enough for us to get a place.

- Okay. All we need to do is just get there.

We have a car, cheap place.

We can both get normal jobs. Get an audition.

- Wait. You haven't booked an audition yet?

- I haven't been auditioning much lately. I mean, I did.

I had one. I didn't get the part, but that doesn't matter.

Important thing is, is that we have each other

and a fresh start.

- So does that mean I'm still your manager? Still.

- That and more. (laughs)

(lips smacking)

(money rustling) (lighter rasping)

- All right. That's 45. - Mm-hm, you got it.

(exhales sharply)

- And not a moment sooner. Ooh shit. Hmm.

- I think Shante done. - Shit, you lose some,

you win some. We still got Darnell, right?

- Nah. I wouldn't count on it.

If he follows. Hell, it's a good thing.

- Yeah. - On a good note,

we ain't gotta worry about on Black.

- Okay.

- We got some motivated bitches.

- Okay. - Life goes on.

- Sure the fuck does. (exhales sharply)

We get this shit to Black in the morning and Freddie,

we ain't never doing no shit like this again, okay. (laughs)

Shit. To us. - [Flossy] To us.

(glass thudding) - Hmm.

(glasses thudding)

Shit, you got me drinking brown. All right.

Keep this safe.

- Trisha. - What?

- Thank you. - For what?

- For not bailing. Being there. Putting yourself out there.

Love you, sis. - I got you.

I love you too, Freddy.

(lips smacking) I got you. Okay.

Now get some rest, mean ass. (laughs)

(footsteps plodding)

Yo, the girls told me you didn't make it out tonight.

You better have a damn good reason.

- I'll drop the keys off in the morning.

Thanks for everything, Flossy. (exhales sharply)

- Don't tell me you fall for Shante bullshit again.

- This isn't the life I want, Flossy.

- It wants you. Look at what you done for these girls.

Look at the money you making. You somebody, Darnell.

Don't throw it all away on some hope.

- I'm sorry, Flossy. (eerie music)

(phone thudding) (inhales deeply)

(gentle music)

I'm scared. - I'm scared too.

The important thing is that

we're together and that's enough.

- You sure about this?

- Everything I've always wanted. You've been that.

I know I tend to put some things first.

- Like yourself? - Yeah. Yeah.

I promise I won't do that again.

(gentle music continues) - Wait here.

(sheets rustling) - What are you doing?

(wallet rattling)

(laughs) (bed sheets rustling)

(chain rattling)

- Us together. - Us together.

(lips smacking)

- I ain't seen this place since your grandma died.

(footsteps plodding) (door latch clicking)

- A whole weekend of fishing and relaxation.

(exhales sharply) (dramatic music)

Holy shit.

- [Nudy] All right, here's 5K.

- Okay, so, that's 50. It's all there.

- After the morning meeting, we'll drop it off.

- Hey, Nudy, go get the girls ready

for a morning meeting in the living room. Two minutes.

- Whoever not downstairs yet. (footsteps plodding)

Bring y'all ass down. Hurry up.

Trying to be beautiful, but y'all bitches ugly anyway.

Hurry up! (cutlery jangling)

- Oh my God, it's Maria. No, it's Maria.

(footsteps plodding)

- Turn that shit the fuck up, what?

- Oh shit. - [TV] Police are searching

for Dr. Eric Harry and Josh Archibald.

Officials discovered his body hanging at a cottage

late last night. The scene is gruesome.

Law officials went on to investigate the scene

and found three other bodies buried in the backyard.

The bodies are Josh Archibald,

Sylvia Peterson and Maria Garcia.

(woman exclaiming)

If you have any information,

we are begging you to help out.

Law officials found a substantial amount of drugs

in the residence. Is this a drug killing?

Is this a simple overdose?

Again, if you have any information,

call your local authorities. (remote thudding)

- The fuck. - All right.

Now that we see what happened to Maria,

I think we can all get back to work.

- Yeah. - Goodness.

- That's it? - Shit, she dead.

What you want us to do?

- You were supposed to protect her.

- Fuck you talking to?

- She ran out with the John, she got herself killed.

- But over your drugs,

something we shouldn't have been doing anyway.

- Check your fucking tone.

- Jamonka, Jamaica, whatever your name is.

She's just gone. She gone, okay?

- You had one job, Flossy.

- And what was that job? - To protect her.

To protect me from your sister.

- Fuck you. (dramatic music)

- To protect Nudy from being shot.

You have one job. And you can't do it.

- You need to back up.

- Y'all bitches know what you signed up for.

Get back to work. Get the fuck back to work.

- No. We can't just disappear anymore.

We can't just be beaten anymore.

- Shh. Really?

- We can't just be shot anymore. No.

- The fuck. (dramatic music continues)

- No.

- No. (footsteps plodding)

- No.

- No.

- Okay. - [Group] No.

- Back up bitch. Okay.

Nudy, you better check these bitches.

No. Yeah. (footsteps plodding)

Back your ass up, bitch. (laughs)

The fuck y'all think this is.

What you doing, Nudy?

- What the fuck you doing, Nudy?

- The bag, Brenda. The bag.

Gimme the keys. - Fuck you.

(gun firing) (women shrieking)

(footsteps plodding)

- Gimme a reason. Any reason. Give me the fucking keys!

Where are the keys, Trish? Where they at?

- In my purse.

- Grab her purse. (bag rustling)

Let's go. Go

- This is what the fuck we doing? Hm?

(footsteps plodding)

Nah, fuck that. Bitch, come back here.

(footsteps plodding)

(keys rattling) (dramatic music)

(car engine revving) (tires scratching)

You fucking bitch. (footsteps plodding)

- Fuck, man. (breathing deeply)

- Chase that fucking money.

What the fuck you wanna do? What the fuck.

(Trisha grunting)

- Fuck. (breathing deeply)

- Imma kill this bitch on site.

(indistinct) - Fuck.

(hands clapping)

(breathing deeply) Shit.

We don't have a fucking cent.

- What the fuck are we gonna do now? Hmm?

- Are you fucking serious? - I told you

we couldn't trust those bitches.

(breathing deeply)

Get the money, we gotta get our fucking money back.

- Girls, come on. - [Girls] I'm coming.

- [Candy] I'm coming. I'm coming.

- And what the fuck is going on in here?

- You're overdue, bitch.

- Who the fuck you talking to, bitch.

- Get the fuck off me. (crowd clamoring)

- You bitch. Shut the fuck up. - Get off me bitch.

- Oh hell no. (footsteps plodding)

(blows thudding)

- Oh! What the... No. Bitch.

(blows thudding) No, bitch. Oh.

Fucking kill you all. (Trisha bellowing)

(crowd clamoring) - Hell no.

- Who's the bitch now? - You're gonna have

me a motherfucking nail in this shit.

- You not talking now.

? From heaven came ?

? His wings as drifted snow ? (breathing deeply)

- You know Black's gonna kill us, right?

(breathing deeply) - I know.

I know.

- I'm sorry, Freddy.

I'm sorry.

Fuck. Fuck. (object thudding)

? His eyes as flame ?

? "All hail!" said he, thou lowly maiden Mary ?

? Most highly favored lady ?

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